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Epiphany Teen angst has sullied, poisoned poetry:Epiphany by ~Gwathelien
Th' affected woes of countless imbeciles
Have made insiped past profundities
And rendered weighty musings trite and dull.
Such travesty proliferates today,
Fueled by self-pitying, deluded folk
Who groan, who cry, "The world turns not my way!
Alas! I am enslaved by life's cruel yoke!"
As such, when those who truly are oppressed
Attempt to pen what in their minds are caught,
Their jaded readers overlook distress,
Forsaking writers, trapped with tortured thoughts.
…I helped in rearing empathy's decay,
And thus renounce my previ'us, petty ways.
O Exalted Amy O Exalted AmyO Exalted Amy by ~Gwathelien
Since I forgot the joyous day of birth
Of Amy Lear, our res'dent superstar,
I feel that I must rectify this dearth
And draft, for her, a sonnet quite sub par.
So much to say about this lovely girl:
I know not even where I should begin.
With grace and common sense, she is a pearl
Amongst those stupid lumps of coal, her kin.
The tales she tells are most hilarious;
Of her computer, family, and life,
And stories of her schemes nefarious
Have won her many a devoted wife.
But I'm not done; no sir, there's plenty more;
Just bear with me, and you'll see what's in store.
~~~
Apparently, her hair smells really
Terminus Est ~ Terminus Est ~Terminus Est by ~Gwathelien
I'll tell you, reader, of a fated morn
When doom of men was henceforth set in stone.
A winding stream, meandering forlorn
Stood as the world's dividing line, alone.
'Twas foggy, cold, and dawn was still far off.
The horses nickered, stamping to keep warm.
A soldier huddled, stifling a cough;
The valley filled with grey and trembling forms.
Their general a-pacing in his tent,
Surrounded by his anxious corporals,
Debating that with which his mind was rent;
The fire burning down its final coals.
The man was Caesar, war leader of Rome
Who'd conquered Gaul and many lands beside,
Returning proud and honored
Triumph TriumphTriumph by ~Gwathelien
Thin clouds floating in the sky
Dyed a brilliant red
Edged with sunlight's fiery glow
As the great orb bows its head.
Its rays grasp the trees' bare limbs
Trying vainly to hold on.
Sky dimming to pale lavender,
Shadows growing long.
With one final, resigned sigh
Uttered day after day,
The golden disk gives up its fight
To dusk, gathering grey.
A raven calls in the fading light:
Victory belongs to Night.
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